I’m Serving A Life Sentence For A Murder I Didn’t Commit
There once was a girl with blood on her shirt,
Which caused me to freeze and not avert,
Fear rooted me in place,
With a pale, ghostly face,
As I watched, feeling deeply perturbed.
There once was a girl with blood on her shirt,
Which caused me to freeze and not avert,
Fear rooted me in place,
With a pale, ghostly face,
As I watched, feeling deeply perturbed.
Posted 24 Feb 2026 14:25 by Staff Wirter | Uncategorized | No comments
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